I've been awaken by an October wind, that a person born and called by an unique name
Lead to the titles of a supreme Lady for the whole age
It's a phrase means totality of purity
Of a human-goddess, a manifest of pious and dignity
A timeless borderless definition of worship and humanity

So here I am, start what to say by her name
I wish world never blur you that common ain't mean the same
Somehow what had been hoped is what people placed
No except name, and the reason why they chose it and gave

By the flame of the biggest fight inside every soul
Understanding heart, mind and their role
On the lifetime war, the way to reach the life-goal
I hope you always you, a person I adore

Because, what we'll get at the finish line is what we feel right where we in
Our soul, we must keep its origin
Unless you gotta loose your chance and never win


I refuse to say that we were
No more than two teenager
met and grumbled the world in same anger
and criticized people at love-garden's corner
In dozens conversations after prayer
Oh, do you remember?

I wish we aren't just become older then be the things we always curse and grumble
I wish we are history in order
I wish there's a thing to do to make world better

Cause twenties is a gate of matureness
The age when you friend with reality, also calmness
It's a state after bursting hormone of interest in teens
It's a spring flowers of mind and of the way you see things
You might go wrong but you need to go on
Figure out every wasted-second and  words before it'll be spoken

I know you will keep the origin, stay remarkable
As an unique connection of ours,
sparks, flashes, yet stay forever
Then if koi and whale's destiny is unity
This poetry never bring any jealousy
Just a remark of twenty second of October
A pity birthday-ish words written after summer
At a spot distances by thousands kilometers
To wish you to be a more patient girl,
greater and stronger
Also,

live wisely ever after.


Happy Batul-day. Wuatb. :)


Oct, 20th '18. Qom, Iran.

I dashed (off the enclosed poem) yay
while safely secured within
white horse open sleigh
after reading following
pray lemme know if ye uttered oy vey.

Profound insights divulged
during our most recent family zoom
Approximately seven hundred
and fifty four months since exiting womb,
yours truly (sole son
of late Boyce Brandon -
yes she named him
after paternal grandmother
Sadie, her mom's Yiddish name
Basia Brana or Brandla)
me currently ensconced within unit B44

analogous to catacomb
amid Highland Manor Apartments
I dwell - our livingsocial hole in the wall
among grateful dead residents
facility likened to metaphorical tomb
each stone individually moved one at a time
courtesy hearty and hale archeologists
resident to Qom
(a city in northwestern Iran -
place of pilgrimage for Shiite Muslims)

to imbibe on spiritual succor
and become comfortably numb
acquiring appropriate trailing appellation,
yes a USDA, FDA, B Corp... and
Pink Floyd approved nom de plume,
which feeble poetic brainstorm
begat within mine
sixty plus shades of gray matter,
which exhaustive mental effort
induced silent but deadly ka-boom

one Matthew Scott Harris
rent asunder vaporized to smithereens,
hence each his personal possessions
cherished as prized heirloom
no trace left behind
regarding pulverized lovely bones,
nevertheless burnt offerings
specialists did painstakingly exhume
where Ashkenazi temple will bloom.
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My humblest apology for lame rhyme
with previous word similar to crypt
yours truly deserted and he gypped
thee while crawling
across Sahara during nighttime
dehydration subsequently
found me tight lipped
I called Uber, but could not get a lyft.